ATDTDA (9): Let me kiss it, make it better, 262-264

[Monte Davis]

... and now her ignorance of what "everybody had been in on" (264).

"She had plenty to think about; but it was not reflection, nor conscious
purpose, that filled her mind. Disconnected visions passed through it, and
sudden dull gleams of memory, of expectation. The past and the future
alternated at their will, but she saw them only in fitful images, which came
and went by a logic of their own. It was extraordinary the things she
remembered. Now that she was in the secret, now that she knew something that
so much concerned her, and the eclipse of which had made life resemble an
attempt to play whist with an imperfect pack of cards, the truth of things,
their mutual relations, their meaning, and for the most part their horror
rose before her with a kind of architectural vastness."

--The Portrait of a Lady, LIII